The weather is clear and the sun is scorching. The sun at ten o'clock already makes people feel a little hot.

Donglin Street is no longer as lively as it was in the morning, and the passenger flow is visible to the naked eye.

The vendors and stall owners on the roadside didn't have much energy to shout loudly, but just looked for a cool place to rest on their own, and sipped the water they carried with them waiting for the sporadic guests. Only cicadas were left under the shade of the trees beside the road and began to scream at the top of their lungs.

Cicada! Cicada!

Zhang Jiao rubbed his head, which was still a little hangover, while he was familiar with greeting the shop owner sitting on both sides of the street, and quickly picked up a small bun filled with red pepper water from the plastic bag in his hand. He chewed it twice quickly, took a sip of soy milk and swallowed it, and accelerated his pace towards the front.

There seemed to be someone waiting at the door of his store, so the business coming to the door was naturally important.

In more than a minute, Zhang Jiao walked to his store, stood in front of a short-haired man more than an inch taller than him, slap the second-hand smoke coming towards him, and asked casually.

"Didn't you quit? I'm here early in the morning, aren't you afraid that your wife will make trouble with you again?"

Seeing that the person he was waiting for came, the short-haired man didn't say anything, and casually slapped the cigarette butts in his hand, swept the cigarette butts that had thrown around the ground together, and did not say a word.

Zhang Jiao didn't care either. While opening the door, he handed over the plastic bag in his hand and asked, "Have you eaten? Do you have to come some? I've been waiting for half a minute to buy the Sun family's small bun."

The man shook his head and said in a low voice, "No, you eat it, I'll tell you something after you finish eating."

Zhang Jiao stopped and turned around when he heard this, looking at the old guy with a gloomy face in front of him, he realized something was wrong afterwards.

He drank a little high with his brothers last night, and his head was still full of silence, and he was still not awake yet.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Old Guo."

Guo Chenglin looked at Zhang Jiao's anxious expression, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Miaozi, Miaozi is gone."

"Have you left? Where did you go? He went to Qianli to see which female netizen?" Zhang Jiao didn't react for a moment and complained habitually.

"Miaozi is dead and left last night."

"Die? Dead?" Zhang Jiao muttered Guo Chenglin's words, stood there, and suddenly woke up completely from the hangover.

He asked subconsciously, "How is this possible? I chatted with Miaozi yesterday morning. How could Miaozi die? Miaozi really die?"

"Um."

Guo Chenglin sucked his nose and said slowly. "Last night, I called Miaozi and called for midnight snacks, but his cell phone kept ringing in the room but no one answered. Later, Uncle Zhou heard his cell phone kept ringing, and he called him to answer the phone without echoing. Then he took the spare key and opened the door of Miaozi's room, and found Miaozi suddenly died in front of the computer."

"Aunt Lan suffered from cerebral hemorrhage on the spot after being stimulated. She was rescued at around 5 o'clock this morning. She is still under observation. Uncle Zhou is here to accompany her. But Miaozi's funeral cannot be delayed. You also know that Miaozi's family is from a different county, and there are no relatives and friends in the local area. He is the only one in the family. In this case, Aunt Lan can't leave. Uncle Zhou asked me to ask you for Miaozi's funeral. After all, you know a lot of people in this area."

As he said that, Guo Chenglin handed over a bank card, "The password is six eight. Uncle Zhou said that this was originally planned to marry Miaozi, but it doesn't make any sense to save it now. Let Miaozi leave with glory."

Zhang Jiao rubbed his eyes and was silent for a while. He silently took the card and turned around and walked into the store, "Old Guo, come and help."

The paper surface wax, wreaths, white cloth, paper people, paper horses, shrouds, spiritual seats, etc. were constantly being moved out of the warehouse behind by Zhang Jiao and Guo Chenglin and piled them outside the door.

Seeing that the move was almost done, Zhang Jiao threw a bunch of car keys towards Guo Chenglin.

"Your car probably can't fit these things. Go to the old yard to drive my pickup truck. I'll call Mr. Yang and the others to see if I have time."

Guo Chenglin didn't say much, but turned around and walked towards the Zhang family's old courtyard.

Zhang Jiao quickly took out his cell phone and turned it on.

When drinking last night, in order not to disappoint the fun, people turned off their phones on the table. Later, after drinking too high, he forgot to turn on the phone again.

After turning on the phone, more than a dozen text messages and unanswered phone calls popped up first. Zhang Jiao glanced at him and stopped paying attention. He opened the contact information and quickly drew the list numbers one by one.

"Master Yang, I, Zhang Jiao. I don't know if you have a game today. If I don't have a game here, I will be tiring for you."

"I haven't appeared, that's fine, that's fine, I'll tell you the address, just wait here, OK, then I'll trouble you."

Twenty minutes later, when Guo Chenglin drove a half-new pickup truck to the door of the store, Zhang Jiao had already made seven or eight calls, and the entire funeral process was basically completed.

I have passed all the manager, the master of the face, the setting of the mourning hall, the location of the tomb, the selection of urns, the reservation time of the crematorium, etc., which is familiar with the journey.

"How is it?" Guo Chenglin asked while getting out of the car and helping to carry things.

"It's basically done. After I finish the mourning hall, I'll go to find a few masters and go to the north slope to see which cemetery is better. I bought it and then repair it. There's basically no problem."

Zhang Jiao said as he locked the door of Zhang Ji Fu Shuang Shop and sat in the passenger seat.

"How did Seedling die?"

Guo Chenglin did not answer, but just drove the car attentively.

Zhang Jiao didn't ask, and the car fell silent for a moment, only the roar of the engine was buzzing.

After the atmosphere was silent for a while, Guo Chenglin suddenly spoke, "The autopsy said it was a cracked inner liner."

"The inner liner broke? He was beaten?" Zhang Jiao turned his head and looked ferocious. "Who did it?"

"It wasn't someone who did it, it was scared." Guo Chenglin looked ahead and said quietly. "There was no trauma in the autopsy, no poisoning, and no beating. He was just scared."

"You mean Miaozi was scared to death?" Zhang Jiao looked disbelief and suspected that he had heard it wrong.

His shrine shop has been open for several generations. Since he was a child, he has seen and heard about it. This is the first time he has heard someone who is really scared to death.

Isn’t it a story in the opera performance? Can living people really be scared to death?

As if he felt Zhang Jiao’s disbelief, Guo Chenglin continued, “Miaozi was really scared to death. Yingzi asked me to find the records after the inspection of the yamen. He was playing with the computer at the time and died directly in front of the screen without any folders.”

"The folder is called spell casting materials, and hundreds of movies were downloaded. They are all classic horror movies such as "The Shining", "The Corpse Resentment", and "The Seven Days of Return of the Souls."

"The final conclusion is that the seedlings are severely frightened under extreme relaxation, and their inner guts shrink and break down sharply, resulting in death."

After saying this, Guo Chenglin stopped talking and drove attentively.

Zhang Jiao was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

He naturally knew what the spell casting materials were. On weekdays, they would share some short videos from time to time in private chat groups. Among them, Seedlings are the most enthusiastic. Every time there is something popular, they would bother to find it out and not forget to share it.

But I didn't expect that his generation of veteran drivers would have failed to make a joke like "Cauliwa" that is so low-level that it can't be more low-level.

In the end, he actually killed himself.

"Fuck!!! I fuck..."

He kept his words in his mouth for a long time, and finally, when he thought that there was no one, Zhang Jiao could only sigh and lean on the seat, not knowing what to say.

The pickup truck slowly drove out of the old street and rushed towards Miaozi's house.

More than two hours later, a mourning hall made of steel frames in the courtyard of an old house in the middle of Tianyuan Lane was quickly completed. On the side of the road outside the yard, two big black pots were already on the just-built stove. The chef of the shimeng was busy boiling the stove, boiling water and washing the whole frame of dishes brought by the dishes.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a white cloth was hung on the threshold, and a black elegy couplet with white and black letters were attached to both sides of the gate, and bursts of sorrow and joy kept floating out of the mourning hall.

Zhang Jiao looked at the mourning hall that had been basically built and said to Guo Chenglin and the chief supervisor Yang, who was invited, "Old Guo, please watch it here first. If you don't know anything, just ask Master Yang. I'll go and check it out for the Beipo Cemetery first, and then take back the newly booked urn."

While talking to Guo Chenglin, Zhang Jiao said to the elderly man sitting in front of a small table not far away, saying, "Master Yang, please take care of him."

Master Yang raised his head and waved his hand, continuing to record the bill gift.

"You go and do it, just have me take care of you here."

Zhang Jiao didn't say much, turned around and drove out.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jiao, who had been running for almost a day, returned to Miaozi's house with a carved yellow sandalwood urn.

At noon, there were not many people in the yard where people came and went, and the master invited also went home, only a few people sat on the table in front of the mourning hall to keep a spirit for Miaozi.

Zhang Jiao looked at it and said that they were having fun here, so there was no one else. There were eight cold dishes on the table and two bottles of white wine were opened, but no one drank it.

At this moment, everyone was sitting there silently, without saying a word.

Zhang Jiao strode over, pulled a bench and sat down, poured a cup of herbal tea and asked after asking.

"Who went to see Uncle Zhou?"

"I went to see Haozi in the afternoon. Aunt Lan's condition has stabilized, but she has not woken up yet and is still living in the ICU. Just now Uncle Zhou came back and looked around and rushed back to the hospital."

The man with eyes sitting opposite Guo Chenglin replied, "Don't worry about the hospital. I'll ask my sister to take care of her. If there is something wrong, let her call us."

"Okay, that's good, Sister Youxi looks good." Zhang Jiao said, while breaking open the disposable chopsticks, picking up the cold dishes in front of him and eating them in a big mouthful.

He hasn't eaten since he was in the morning and has been so hungry that he was a little fainting.

"Okay, then you all go back. I'll watch over Miaozi here tonight." Zhang Jiao said to everyone while eating.

"I'll accompany you to watch Miaozi tonight." Before Guo Chenglin could finish his words, Zhang Jiao interrupted him.

"You ran all night last night and went back to rest. Don't give in. I'm here tonight, and I'll change Haozi tomorrow night. There are still a few days left to come, and everyone will work hard."

"Okay, that's it. I'll come to you tomorrow morning." Guo Chenglin and the others didn't say much, and decided just like that.

After all, there are homes, rooms and jobs now, so it doesn’t make sense to pile them all here. There are still several days left, so there is no hurry, so everyone will leave slowly, either in front or behind.

After Zhang Jiao had enough food and drink, it was almost twelve o'clock.

He got up and wiped his hands at the water pipe in the yard, put four incense sticks on Miaozi's spiritual seat, then came back and picked up the wine bottle and poured a full cup of paper cup in his hand, and brought it to the back of the mourning hall.

In the ice coffin, Zhou Damiao lay inside as if she was asleep. The Rongrong Master cleaned him up very well, and he couldn't tell that he seemed to be scared to death.

Zhang Jiao looked at Miaozi's body quietly and thought of his way of death. He was full of thoughts and all kinds of messy memories kept pouring up, making him feel indescribable and subconsciously yelled at the dead man in front of him.

"You are so ashamed of your ancestors!"

After roaring, Zhang Jiao was silent for a while, then raised his head and drank the wine from the paper cup, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly with a memory expression.

"When we were praying to the teacher, we said that we were blessed and had difficulty. We did not ask for birth on the same year, month, and day on the same month, but wanted to die on the same day. Now it seems that we can't do it. But don't worry, we can't forget your paper during the holidays. We can help you with uncles and aunts. Please rest assured and don't worry about it."

Just as Zhang Jiao was chatting with the Ice Coffin, he didn't notice it, just when he had just finished talking about his death on the same day of the same year, month and day.

The lights in the entire mourning hall suddenly dimmed, as if the voltage was unstable.

On the altar in the mourning hall, a gust of cold wind blew, and a miserable green fire suddenly burst out, and the white wax as thick as a arm and the incense candle that had just been lit were burned in an instant.

The smoke was shrouded in the smoke, and the photo of the seedlings placing in the middle seemed to be grinning and laughing, and a figure gradually appeared in the black and white pupils.
Chapter completed!